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*It pushes her back, she winces slightly but keeps up a grin, her body begins to glitch on random spots.*
*Scoops the knife up from the ground and stretches it into a broadsword, and crashes it down on top of your head*
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*It pushes her back, she winces slightly but keeps up a grin, her body begins to glitch on random spots.*
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*The knife glitches through her throat.*
∆: Hey! That was uncalled for!
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*She dissipates the shield and stands up, the blade still in her hand*
∆: 'Nother human?
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∆: Just tell me what to do, human person.
*She reaches back and unsheathes her blade fully, revealing it's katana like shape, and a red laser blade.*
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∆: Well, I did survive a post-apocalyptic world for about 18 years with only one arm and occasional shut-downs, so... Pretty good.
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Great.
*Looks forward*
I think you're going to need it.
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∆: Oh, that? That's normal...
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*The butterflies glitch back into place as the flesh is healed and you hear in your mind "not a game!" completing the sentence as the butterflies turn into sharp spikes of light and target you in your hidden space*
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*She quickly glitches out of the hands grip, her hand still on the handle of the blade.*
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*your second large arm dissolves in a cloud of beautiful butterflies releasing the duo*
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*Before you do, they turn to solid gold and melt without hurting you one bit, Out of them a bunch of flowers grow*
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*You hear in your mind "tsk tsk tsk tsk" kinda like a parent patronising you for being nasty*
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*The bloody hands begin to burn brightly as just the portal opened by prism remains*
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∆: That is in no way abnormal... Hold on.
*She reaches for her ∆-Blade, it emits a red light as she pulls it out. She then sees the hand burn up and puts the blade back*
∆: Dammit... Really wanted to cut something...